Chasing Rainbows – French Guiana (3 of 3)
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Once home to exiled French prisoners, visitors mig
West Africa
Chasing Rainbows – French Guiana (2 of 3)
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Once home to exiled French prisoners, visitors mig
Chasing Rainbows – French Guiana (1 of 3)
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Once home to exiled French prisoners, visitors mig
A Trek in Dogon Country #1 – Mopti, Mali, South Africa
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The prime attraction in West Africa.
A Slow Train or Three Across Nigeria (1 of 9)
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Travelogue from Nicky McLean’s slow journey across
A Slow Train or Three Across Nigeria (9 of 9)
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Tuesday Dawn finds us at Ibadan, where the family unloads many sacks of yams, so farewell to the kids. Mum’s estimate on Saturday of a Tuesday arrival at Lagos is looking to be accurate, and better than any of my mathematical calculations, based as they were on too simple a model. At 7:30 we leave […]
A Slow Train or Three Across Nigeria (8 of 9)
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Sunday With stops too, so as expected, we do not reach Kaduna around midnight, but after sunrise. The country seems greener; since Bauchi there has been much less dust. At the station, the vendors in the platform shelter seem much as before but there are few people about to sustain them. I have breakfast on […]
A Slow Train or Three Across Nigeria (7 of 9)
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Saturday I have some new flyspray, cheap at N100 a can, and acrid, but mosquitoes visit just the same. Then at 3:45am, a train arrives from ahead! The track must be clear at last. Even so, we stay put until six a.m., so as the red glow of dawn just begins, we move off slowly, […]
A Slow Train or Three Across Nigeria (6 of 9)
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Friday Another night in Bauchi. More whimperings and screamings, definitely from the carriage ahead of me, and none from the one behind so in the morning I enquire at the 2nd class carriage ahead. Some fellows say that yes, it is a dog, but I don’t sight the wretched beast, so I can’t report on […]
A Slow Train or Three Across Nigeria (5 of 9)
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Thursday Some mosquitoes made a nuisance of themselves, accompanied by more wails and screams from what sounded like a miserable puppy suffering the torments of the lost, but in the light of the morning I see that it is a goat, in the goods wagon behind my carriage. I glower balefully as it superciliously chomps […]